I got nothing left to take that won't fit on my frame
I've given it all away
I aint holding nothing but a guitar and a song
and a little something something hey hey
I don't want what can't fit in my lungs
give me some room to breathe and a bit of that indica
meow super trooper I'm a real Roto-Rooter
chewing thru till I get unstuck
dirt in my teeth, chasing grit with elbow grease
got a gullet full of sticks and mud
I'm going to bite off more than I can chew
that's how you find out just what you can get thru
I aint sitting on my hands, no if buts or ands
I aint praying on my knees
getting down to work, inspiration is for jerks
the muse aint the boss of me
I'm going to try and fail and fail and try some more
until I get at that getting at I'm searching for
hot to the touch, got a bug in my rump
busting hump every day
luck is for chumps, these hands fist pump
my fingers don't cross they bang
I don't want what I didn't earn
that candle's got more surface to burn